Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 285 Tomb Raiding

"We have quite a few members. Let me introduce you. More than two hundred years ago, the most well-known one was the Imperial Speaker, Rosell."

"And..." Herwin Rambis said a few more names, which made the darkness in Triss's eyes lessen, and she finally nodded gently.

"Thank you very much for your invitation." Triss nodded gently in thanks.

"Very good, this is proof of membership. You can follow the connection to enter the sea of ​​the collective unconscious when the badge flashes."

Herwin Lambis smiled, took a badge from his pocket, and left it on the table.

The sea of ​​the collective unconscious has become an illusion, but the world of the mind is infinitely vast, and the sea of ​​the collective unconscious that exists in human cognition still exists.

"On behalf of the organization, I welcome you," Herwin Lambis said softly.

Then the old gentleman simply said goodbye and left, unwilling to stay there any longer.

"The Twilight Hermits?" Triss picked up the badge with her hand, which was adorned with a sapphire ring, and simultaneously received the information from the badge.

"I can go and take a look," Triss decided, knowing that such a terrifying organization could be of great help to her.

Now she is wanted by both the church and evil cults, and there are almost no people or organizations that can help her or dare to help her.

……

Klein has been unusually well-behaved lately, not encountering any extraordinary individuals from the Blood Cult or the Witch Cult, and rarely seeing any other evil cults either.

Klein has been looking for opportunities to play the "magician" lately, and he's been quite successful, having already mastered the role.

However, this situation could not continue for long, because of the news that Marich brought back.

"At a party I attended, someone discovered the tomb of an ancient nobleman, which contained traces of human skin and ghostly activity."

Klein's eyes lit up. He had finished digesting the information and had been searching for the potion ingredients for the "Faceless Man".

"But all the explorers are dead." Marich glanced at Klein expressionlessly. Even though he and Miss Sharon had obtained the Dream Badge, they still maintained the concept of moderation and always played the role of restraining their own desires.

"It's very dangerous. Based on my assessment, unless you have a high-sequence extraordinary individual or a corresponding sealed artifact, it's best not to venture deep into the tomb."

"Huh? Is that so?" Klein frowned in thought, then asked, "Which ancient noble family's tomb is it?"

His surname is: Amon.

Klein's heart skipped a beat. He recognized the surname. "Is it the Amon family from the Ternsost Empire of the Fourth Epoch?"

"Yes." Marich nodded.

"The Amon family seems to have declined; there are no records of this family in the Fifth Epoch," Klein recalled.

"We can't handle it." Leonard shook his head slightly. Even the tombs of fallen nobles were not something they could "explore."

"Old man, have you ever heard of the Ammon family?" Leonard walked into the bathroom and asked the old man.

"Absolutely not..." Palez Zoroaster almost jumped out and punched Leonard.

Sending Him to explore Amun's tomb is tantamount to suicide!

"...Should we tell Bishop Truman? Persuade him to go?" Klein's voice came just then.

Palez Zoroaster's voice faltered, a jumble of thoughts swirling within him.

"Absolutely not going?" Leonard's expression was grave.

"Never...give up. You can persuade your Bishop Truman to take you there."

Palez Zoroaster abruptly shifted his tone, becoming cheerful and approving, "What's hidden there is absolutely worth it!"

"Oh!" Leonard felt something was off, but his brain wasn't working properly, so he stopped thinking about it.

He emerged from the restroom, agreeing with Klein's idea. "I also think we should inform Bishop Truman; he can lead us there or inform the church."

And so it was decided: Miss Sharon and Maritch would stay and look after the firm, while Klein and Leonard would return to Truman’s estate outside Backlund.

"What? You're going to rob the Amon family's tomb?" Truman was shocked.

Klein, are you finally going to deliver it?

What's the difference between this and forcibly stuffing Yuanbao into Amon's pocket? This gift-giving is so awkward.

"Ahem, it's not tomb raiding, it's archaeology." Klein suddenly remembered his identity as a college graduate with a history degree.

"Ha!" Truman crossed his arms and looked at Klein and Leonard, especially lingering on Leonard for a moment.

Given Klein's personality, he would definitely not take action himself after learning about Amon's tomb; he would most likely choose to report it.

Truman never expected that his friend would report him to him.

Palez Zoroaster probably welcomed this and facilitated it.

"But robbing your own student's grave? What kind of operation is this..." Truman felt a sense of absurdity.

Then he agreed.

Since that tomb has already been exposed and looted by the Aurora Society or the Church, we might as well loot it ourselves.

"Okay, get ready, we're leaving immediately!" After making the decision, Truman became very interested and prepared to go there in person to dig up the student's tomb.

Amon would often pull some tricks to test him, and he would also try to test Amon's mentality.

"Where is it?" Truman flicked his sleeve, stood up, and walked out of the manor.

"White Cliff Town, south of the South Bridge District, outside Backlund."

Truman's lips twitched; it turned out that it wasn't far from his manor.

Klein and Leonard exchanged a glance, both feeling a strange excitement.

The carriage arrived at White Cliff in less than half an hour, and then Truman and his companions discovered the entrance to the tomb at the bend in the Steward River.

This place has already been explored, and the outermost stone pillars of the tomb have collapsed.

Truman walked up the black marble steps and saw a huge, heavy, double-leaf dark gray stone door, exuding a heavy sense of history.

The stone gate had been opened, revealing a crack large enough for two people to pass through.

"Is this the mausoleum of the Amon family?" Leonard asked curiously, looking at the deep crack.

"The Amon family?" Truman asked, as if he had heard some kind of mystical joke.

"Is there a problem here?" Klein keenly sensed Truman's emotions.

"The Amon family's method is 'The Thief'," Truman said with a slight smile, but did not respond to Klein's reply.

"The most representative aspect of the 'Thief' pathway is the extraordinary ability 'Steal,' and its Sequence Four is called 'Parasite,' which allows it to create clones to parasitize others and then steal their fate and life."

Truman's voice was like a thunderclap to Leonard's ears.

He froze, unsure how to react.

(End of this chapter)